NADIA’S POV
For a second, I almost feel relieved when I recognize him, but it fades just as quickly, because I know what comes with him, and something unsettled settles in my chest as he walks in like none of this is a problem.
Damn.
“Mr. Eric,” I say, forcing my voice steady even though something tight is already building in my chest, because the last thing I need is for him to see that he’s getting to me.
He doesn’t rush, doesn’t react, just looks at me like he’s been expecting this exact moment.
“I was beginning to think you were avoiding me,” he says, calm as ever, like this is just a normal visit and not something that just shifted the air in the entire room.
My fingers curl slightly at my sides, grounding myself before I answer. “I’ve been working. That’s all,” I reply, keeping
